Lay Your Weary Down

I heard your name in the hush of that front row pew.

I saw old friends gather, not knowing what to do. A life like

yours don't fit inside a few kind words. But we tried our best,

and the tears spoke first. You carried heavy miles with a steady

hand. Now you've crossed that line to the promised land. So lay your

weary down. Let the hard road in. Let the Father's arms be where

your rest begins. No more fighting shadows. No more holding on.

Heaven's got the lights on and the pain is gone. If love can